[Not The Opera, No. She Was More the Type Invited to Orgies or Mass Executions.]

"I see. Is there any way I can offer assistance, then?"

[True. AP, Then?]

The girl giggles, sounding surprisingly normal for someone planning to keep a Ravenkin as a pet.

"You don't really expect me to tell you my name, do you? And this is Arcadia, past the Hedge. Or at least, our part of it.

And what do you mean, 'why am I here'? Aren't you the one who's going to be keeping me company?"